The looks she gives me is one of real shock. “You’re not mad at me?”
“There’s not much reason to be mad at you, sweetheart,” I tell her. “You’ve been a good girl for me from the beginning. You take my cock when I want you to, and you’ve even followed me out here like a little puppy.”
Her relief turns into an adorable kind of embarrassment. “I didn’t come out here like a puppy. I came to confront you.”
“Eat some of your mega breakfast while you confront me, then,” I say. “I will have the rest of it boxed up for the attendees whocome in and skipped their breakfasts, while you fly back to town and go to school.”
She sits down and starts eating. I like the feeling of watching her eat, I decide. There’s something quite satisfying about providing for her. It gives me a warm feeling in places I never expected to have warm feelings.
My obsession with Laura is starting to shift and deepen. At first, I just wanted to be inside her, to possess those deliciously innocent curves. Then I wanted to save her from the shitty ex and the mundane grind. Now, I think I want to keep her. When I took her to my house and she thought I might knock her up and not let her go, I really thought about it. It wasn’t practical at the time, but with a little organization…
“Are you going to eat?” She asks the question through a mouthful of custard pastry.
“I never eat breakfast,” I tell her.
“Oh, so it’s even more too much food,” she wails.
“Eat your breakfast and enjoy it,” I tell her. “Or you’ll be going on the plane with an even more sore ass than you currently have. The idea of whipping you with my belt before you leave is appealing.”
She simultaneously blushes and blanches, which is an interesting reaction to observe. I love the way I can elicit such strong reactions in her. A word, a look, a simple movement can make her blossom with myriad feelings.
I am starting to get hard again. I calculate whether it is worth fucking her again before she leaves. Do I have time?
She looks at me with those big doe eyes, her cheeks full of pastry. She looks like a cute little animal. I feel like an entirely different kind of creature.
“Bend over the table,” I growl.
I am very pleased when she obeys. Laura knows how to be a good girl. She understands what it takes to truly and properly submit. In times like these, I forget about her little rebellious moments. My cock swells even harder. I free it and stroke it as I look at her displayed among the sweet treats. The towel slides off her and leaves her bare to my gaze.
Fresh from the shower, her ass is pleasingly pink and round and when I part her legs to expose her pussy, it is gorgeously plump and wet. I wasn’t going to fuck her cunt today, but I don’t think I can resist.
My cock slides straight inside her, pressing inside those tight, wet, hot little walls that squeeze me from all angles and already beg for my come. She makes one of those cute little noises she always makes when she’s being fucked. It’s the same noise she made when I fucked her on that first night I claimed her.
“Good girl,” I praise her. “Keep eating.”
She nibbles on a pastry while I use her pussy. This is such good training for her. She will be used freely whenever I see fit, whenever my cock twitches for her, whenever my lust rises. She and her tight little holes will gladly and sweetly serve me.
Her submission is making me get close at a rapid rate. I thought our sex would never be hotter than it was that first night when she squirmed beneath me in aroused uncertainty, not knowing whether she really wanted to be fucked or not, but having it happen anyway.
She wriggles about under me, squeezing my cock nice and tight in a way I very much enjoy. I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer, and I don’t have time to either. My talk starts soon.
I pin her down and rut her hard and fast, just using her tight pussy until my balls tighten and I feel myself about to come inside her bare pussy yet again. She shouldn’t really let me fuck her this way, without any protection at all, but she doesn’t even think to ask me to pull out. Instead she arches her hips, presses back, and invites me to come inside her.
“Fuck, yes, Laura. Such a good girl taking your fucking like a sweet little pet. You’re being a very good girl for me. And when I come back to town, we’re going to do this again. I’ll be coming to your apartment and using you. Just like this.”
The more I talk to her, the more I feel her pussy gripping me and getting wetter. I reach under her and rub the greedy little nub of her clit so she starts to pant and writhe. It’s so easy to make her climax, and so we come together in the midst of far too much breakfast. I fill her to the brim with my seed and pull out, breathing heavily with the exertion of swift carnal satisfaction.
“Very good, baby,” I tell her before spanking her ass again. I leave her over the table, her pussy dripping my cum. Sooner or later, she’s going to be pregnant. I cannot fucking wait.
CHAPTER 11
Laura
He’s gone. He’s left me in his wake absolutely dripping with cum. I stand up slowly, nibbling on the edge of a croissant. This is the most decadent thing I have ever done. I am in the lap of total luxury, albeit needing another shower.
I meander around the suite for a bit, snacking on endless breakfast, getting showered again, dressing myself. He told me I had to go back to school, but he didn’t tell me how and part of me just wants to stay here.
At ten in the morning, there’s a light, professional, respectful tap on the door. I open it to find a man wearing a cap.
